As Kit Kat is loading up the conveyor belt, some guy walks past me and puts a divider bar at the end of our groceries. Then he starts loading up the belt too. I told the guy we were not done loading our groceries, so he needed to back up.
The guy looks at our basket, then looks at me, and does nothing. I repeat that he needs to back the hell up. He got perturbed that I rasised my voice at me. He asked me who I was. I told him my name. I guess what I should have told him was that I was the guy who was first in line.
The guy continued to irritate me as he asked questions and made various accusations. After a while I stopped talking to him as I could not understand everything he was saying even when I asked him to repeat himself. He had a strong accent. The guy ended up laughing but stayed far back away from us.
Whatever I did got the rude guy out of the way. The guy did piss me off. Not sure if he was just a jerk or someone whose customs did not include the normal way of doing business at American grocery stores. I checked with Kit Kat afterwards. She thought that the guy was just a jerk.
Sonner or later this dude is going to piss off the wrong person. I imagine at that point he will get a painful lesson via a beat down. We were lucky it did not come to that Saturday night. But if the guy did more than just mouthing off, I imagine things could have escalated quickly.
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